"But long-term use of such drugs can greatly affect a person's central nervous system. If stimulated to a mental breakdown, he could potentially become a true patient of mental illness."
Diwu Zexuan paused for a moment, looking at her. "The natural scent you give off is unusual. Perhaps, for Jie, this smell could calm his mind."
"...So that's why he said I was his antidote."
The glint in Qin Youxuan's eyes flickered, her gaze filled with loneliness.
She used to mind that she was merely a remedy for his insomnia. However, when she saw him collapsing, she felt extremely grateful that she could still be of such use, able to bring him comfort.
"Exactly, without you, he can't sleep at all. Based on his behaviour, it's apparent he doesn't desire sleep." Diwu Zexuan's tone was laced with a hint of irritation. Clearly, his attempts at persuasion had been ineffective.
He was exasperated.
